A section of the backcover of Ghosts, Spooks and Spirits.
Long ago and far away, back in the days when cows were milked by hand and by yellow lantern light before they were released from their staunchions to graze in the pastures in the gray dawn, a young woman arrived to teach in the one room school that served a lonely farming settlement along a river in the deep woods.
As was the custom, she "boarded" in one of the sprawling farmsteads close to the school.
As was also the inevitable custom, the young swains of the community, after their chores were done, scraped the cowdung off their boots and slicked themselves up to visit the new "teecher."
I don't know if she was comely. She was young and she was unmarried and she was new -- and that was enough.
And so, one fine autumn evening, one strapping young fellow -- I'll call him "Jack" -- arrived to find his cousin "Elmer" sitting solidly in the farmhouse parlour, regaling the young woman, in his slow way, with an account of the time he'd found a skunk in the school's outhouse.
Jack realized that Elmer, rather than take his leave after the normal decent interval, would be determined to wait Jack out and be the last to depart. Possession of the field, so to speak. Elmer was like that.
After twenty minutes or so, Jack made his excuses and left, walked in the fitful moonlight down the narrow, tree-hung highway, past the the dim gleam of the white-painted church, creaked open the iron gate to the graveyard beyond, and waited. He knew Elmer, satisfied he'd one-upped Jack, wouldn't be long behind him.
As soon as he heard Elmer's shuffling footsteps among the leaves on the hard-packed dirt of the road, Jack took off all his clothes and crouched among the tombstones.
When Elmer arrived opposite, Jack moaned. A slow, ululating moan that grew in the still night.
When Elmer hesitated, Jack rose, his naked body glimmering pale, flung up his arms and advanced with a shriek.
Elmer fled, yowling.
Then Jack dressed himself and walked whistling back to the young teacher in the parlour.
Elmer always resented his scapegrace cousin's grin every time Elmer told his chilling tale at family gatherings about the time he'd encountered a frightful ghost. No respect for serious things, Elmer considered. But Jack was like that.
A true story, by the way.